Nine Authors, nine stories and over nineteen hundred pages of
romance come together in this anthology to raise awareness and benefit
the American Heart Association. Heart disease is the No. 1
killer of women. Help us make a difference. Go Red and Speak Red. All
proceeds of this anthology will go to the American Heart Association –
Go Red for Women campaign.

Midnight by Elizabeth Miller: One destined meeting.
It alters journalist, Charlise “Charlie” Carter’s course. When asked to
work on a Republican candidate’s campaign, she’s unprepared for the
intense reaction she has toward the young, handsome presidential
hopeful, Colin McKenna. Unable to resist Charlie’s allure, McKenna
succumbs to his desire and they find themselves exploring a passionate,
physical relationship that is soon tested by not only their own secrets,
but his political advisers.

Not at First by Phalla S. Rios: Falling for two men
at the same time was something Angel Mabbott never expected to happen.
Leaving a past full of pain and loss in California, Angel is determined
to make something of her life when she starts college in Minneapolis.
But life takes a turn when she finds herself torn between Kevin and
Roman.

Commitment to Love by Bev Elle: A preacher’s
daughter is torn between passion and her faith convictions when she
meets a handsome police officer who is a womanizing commitment-phobe
with abandonment issues.

One Hot Summer by Lisa M. Harley: “Whatever you say,
Mrs. Mason. It won’t happen again.” He mumbled under his breath, “Until
you ask for it.” AnaBelle Mason is a lonely widow trying to run the
farm her husband left her. Tray Thompson is a college student majoring
in beer and girls. Will One Hot Summer together change their lives
forever?

Fade to Black by M. Stratton: She was a single
mother, happy running her gallery, he was a famous movie star who never
wanted to get married. Neither can deny the instant attraction. Neither
knew there was an ex-lover who’d do anything to make sure they stayed
apart.

Striving for Perfection by B.L. Mooney: She thinks perfection is a gimmick. He thinks it’s an illusion. Can they get past each other’s imperfections to make it work?

Heartless by Vanessa Marie: Charlie has good reasons
for keeping her bruised, damaged heart to herself, but Sam will do
whatever it takes to break down her walls and force his way in. Until
they discover that their relationship is off limits. Will Charlie deny
her own happiness to protect everything her teacher has worked for? In a
broken heartbeat.

Stormy Surrender by Nicole Andrews Moore: Joe
Masters, a fiery ginger, had a smile that could charm the pants off of
any woman he met. Marti Whitaker was recently burned by a charming man.
Their romance promised to be stormy unless one or both would simply
surrender.

Storm Front by Lisa N. Paul: Love knows no bounds
when two people are destined to be together. One fights to maintain the
distance; while the other battles to close the gap. Will Ashley Kynde
and Ryan Baker move forward together or will they finally close the last
remaining door to their past?

“So good. It’s too good . . .” he mumbles against my mouth. And it
is. So intense and so good my toes curl as I wrap my legs around his
backside. I’m close to overwhelmed, the feel of him buried in me,
knowing I’m really here in this moment, and his voice whispering in my
ear to hold on, don’t hold back, give me everything . . . I almost can’t
hold on, falling deeply into every sensation and losing myself in them.

I’ve never done this with someone and felt connected in every
possible way, not just physically, but emotionally. A rush, a warmth
spreads out from my chest at the realization that this is my beginning—a
spring in the middle of winter, the ending of a chapter and the start
of another, with Colin as the central character. Right here, in his bed,
clarity reigns as his mouth claims mine again, teasing out a moan so he
can claim that too. He owns me. I would give him anything. Take it,
take all of me, take everything and anything. And he does, wringing out
every ounce of pleasure. He knows where to touch, how to extract the
smallest whimper and the largest groan. I could never tire of being with
him, with him over me and in me, pushing, pulling, driving and
devouring until the ache becomes a need. A need so intense and all
consuming, I begin taking from him. Calling out unabashedly to move
faster, go deeper, push harder. Don’t stop, never stop, never stop
making me feel this good and needy and so, so full. Please, I beg.
Pleading with him, pleading for I don’t know what . . .

Pushing
off of his shoulders, I fall to the bed and he follows, his head dipping
to my nipple. Taking me into his mouth, he teases with his tongue and
bites down, hard, only releasing me when I gasp and clutch his hair. But
I don’t pull him away; I hold him in place. I want more. He does it
again and this time I go a little wild, raking my fingers down his back
and bucking my hips up to meet the increased pace of his.

Everything
he’s doing is magnified in the pulse between my thighs. It started as a
slow flutter when he first entered me, but it’s built into a steady
cadence. I focus on the feeling of him. I’m climbing high, fast, and
he's coming with me. Throwing my head back, I relish in our connection,
kneading my fingers into his back, his muscles flexing with control as
he pushes me to a place I’ve never known, didn’t know existed.

I
can see the moment when he loses it, loses himself as I have done. Gone
is the controlled restraint and in its place is a wild abandon. Giving
in to my demands, his hips thrust with a determined pace, driving
forward, pushing harder until each strike elicits a guttural grunt from
him and an exacting cry from me. Sweat pebbles on his brow, beading and
rolling, dropping to my chest where it slides between my breasts. I
watch, fascinated, as his eyes follow it down and the black of his
pupils blur into the blue with a need so powerful it would scare me if I
didn’t feel the exact same way.

My mouth finds his, licking and
sucking and tasting. Who am I, but a needy, hungry woman begging for
the only thing that can save me? Colin. Only him, it will always only

be him. I give myself fully, joining him in the freedom to feel beyond good, beyond words.

“I’ve
got you, baby,” he whispers. “We’re going to fall together. Come with
me.” The whisper turns to a demand, forcing me to hold on and together,
we dive head first into an abyss of pleasure so deep and plentiful we
drown in it, breathe it, and live through it.